Pat was wearing almost the same as the night at the party. Not the same clothes, of course, but in all black, barring a white blouse. And I remembered...she wore a belt and stockings then too.It was more than weird when Pat slipped her feet into a pair of heels. She never wore them so high back then, but she had that night.Not wanting to make a fuss about something that was probably a coincidence, I kept quiet.At the bar, we were having a good time. I couldn't help but notice that Pat seemed to. A curt letter from Rod in Vietnam, saying the war was dragging on. A letter from Lee and Kim out in California, saying they were going to visit her next summer. She put the letters away and began preparing for the evening. Daylight saving made the dark come early and she smiled at the prospect.Nightfall found her standing by the window, looking out, a drink and cigarette in her hand. It was a different girl from the one seen earlier on the campus. Her hair was let down to fall in wild billows.. A buck needed a harem of 10 to 15 does to stay healthy. Too many does and the bucks wasted away and the does would fight each other for attention, ending up hurt.Too many deer overall led to them getting killed on the highways and moving to the developments, eating flowers to upset the rich folks. The state highway had crews dedicated to picking up the carcasses off the roadways.The taxidermist was there measuring the antlers and recording the number, and then worked a price to put the head on. That I didn't feel safe in this neighborhood at that hournever occurred to him. He never asked if he could give me a ride home orat least down to the station.So I was mincing my way on my 4 inch stilettos as fast as I could withoutlooking frightened. My heels made a proud click-adee-clack, which echoedfrom the dark deserted backyard lanes. I know, a woman should rather usesneakers around here, but hey, I am a lady and I could never ever findsneakers stylish enough to go with MY office dress.